Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The white mist dispersed somewhat.

"Wow."

An invisible figure stood up from the mist.

"Put the robe on me, Bella."

A clear voice sounded, slightly different from the previous Voldemort's voice.

Everyone was stunned on the spot, only Bella shouted in surprise, picked up the robe that had been prepared and rushed into the mist.

"Also, Albus, I didn't like your joke just now, because...

"That sounds like a curse."

The clear voice said again, and Abu, who was standing not far from Dumbledore, burst out laughing.

Dumbledore shrugged and said to the two figures in the mist: "Tom Riddle, this is your original name. Are you ready to abandon it completely?"

"Give me the monocle, and, wait a minute, Bella, I'll come out and put it on again."

Voldemort in the mist was not angry because he heard the name. He first said a word to Bella, and then walked out of the crucible with the sound of water splashing.

"Tom Riddle, it's a long-ago name. Albus, just keep Riddle. This is the link between me and my past self. As for Tom..."

There was a pause in the words, and the sound of scraping clothes could be heard in the mist.

"Forget it, I will think of the old man in the Leaky Cauldron. From now on, my name will be Voldemort Riddle. It's a good name, and it must have all the last names."

After the words fell, the figure in the mist waved the wand.

"call."

A gentle breeze blew from the center of the mist, instantly dispersing it.

A handsome young man in his twenties, with black hair and black eyes, wearing a monocle in his left eye, stood there.

He is younger than the previous Voldemort and more handsome in appearance.

Especially in terms of realism, it doesn’t give people the feeling of nothingness as before.

"What does it feel like to have a body again, Voldemort Riddle?" Dumbledore asked.

"Thick."

Voldemort thought for a moment, said such a word, and then pointed his wand at the lake.

A magic spell was cast inside, and the dead body fell silent again.

"Harry Potter is flying in."

Voldemort waved the Elder Wand, and Harry's figure instantly flew across the lake towards him.

"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked warily.

"Snapped."

Voldemort stretched out his hand to hold Harry's broken arm, felt it briefly and said, "Let's see if his mother's protection can still cause harm to me."

"It looks like there's no harm done anymore, right?" said Dumbledore, "after all you used his flesh."

"Isn't that what you want?" Voldemort turned to look at Dumbledore, "Let me be more closely connected to his destiny, so that I can't kill him, right?"

Surprise flashed across Dumbledore's blue eyes, but he remained silent and said nothing.

Voldemort ignored him and waved his wand again.

"Bang."

The curse fell on Harry Potter, causing him to wake up instantly.

"ah."

When he raised his head and saw Voldemort, he immediately screamed in surprise, and then looked eagerly at his left hand.

The left wrist was empty.

"Don't be nervous, Harry, calm down."

Voldemort knelt down and comforted softly, "Take a deep breath, follow my example and take a deep breath."

He began to take deep breaths, and Harry calmed down under his influence.

"I've found a special kind of magic that I call the magic of perpetual motion."

Voldemort said, raising the Elder Wand and waving it in the air.

Bits of silver thread were pulled out from the Elder Wand and slowly formed into the shape of a hand.

“It was magical enough and formed the core of my previous body.

“In return for taking your left hand, I give it to you.

"Don't worry, it will be more useful than a real hand."

He said, slowly guiding the hand made of silver wire to Harry's left wrist.

After the silver hand attached itself to his wrist, it suddenly flashed with dazzling light.

"ah."

Harry screamed in pain, but then looked at his left hand in surprise.

A silver hand has already appeared there, and can make corresponding movements according to his wishes, no different from a real hand.

"Well, Harry, tap into its potential. Trust me, it's worth every penny."

Voldemort said as he stood up and looked at Bella who was packing the cauldron.

What surprised him was that Bella didn't destroy the cauldron.

Instead, as before, carefully restore everything to its original appearance - a silver suitcase.

"Bella, give me the pensieve."

Looking away from the silver suitcase, Voldemort said to Bella.

"Okay, Master."

Bella responded, taking out the pensieve from the bag on her waist.

Voldemort placed him on the stone platform in the center of the island in the middle of the lake. There was still some residual green liquid in the stone platform next to it, and a golden chain was exposed in the liquid.

Voldemort ignored the hanging chain and used his wand to pull out strands of memories from his temple.

"How do you feel, Harry?"

Dumbledore approached Harry, but the Death Eaters on the side did not stop him.

"Um...it feels the same as my right hand, or better," Harry said.

Dumbledore nodded, rubbed Harry's head, and turned to look at Voldemort.

He was a little confused about what the other party was doing, but the busy Voldemort obviously wouldn't explain it to him right away.

"Master, are you not going to kill Dumbledore?" Abu suddenly asked.

Voldemort, who was pulling the memory from his temple, was stunned for a moment. He turned to look at Abu, shook his head with a smile, and then continued to pull the memory.

Abu sighed, his voice full of disappointment.

Dumbledore glanced at him and made a face at this man who was forty or fifty years his junior.

He didn't look like he was in despair at all.

"Okay, principal, let's take a look at these memories. I think you will be surprised."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he lifted the magic that prohibited teleportation in the cave, then turned around and came to Bella and said, "Stretch out your left hand."

Bella's eyes widened in surprise, but then she immediately put down the silver suitcase and pulled up the sleeve on her left arm.

Harry saw a bright red tattoo on Bella's arm - a skull with a snake spitting out of its mouth.

"Those people will notice, but will they come?"

Voldemort murmured and slowly pressed his index finger on Bella's arm.

In an instant, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt violently, and Bella's body also trembled.

Voldemort removed his finger, and the Dark Mark on Bella's arm turned pitch black.

"Senior Abu, I'm curious as to who would choose not to come."

Voldemort smiled, turned to look at Abu and said.

"How are you going to deal with those who don't come?" Abu asked with the same smile.

"It depends on their value. If there is no value at all..."

Voldemort paused, glanced at the Death Eaters who had reorganized their formation, and slowly darkened his face.

"Then I have to wonder if they live in this world just to cause trouble for me."

"Will you kill them with your own hands?" Abu raised the corners of his lips and asked in an evil tone.

His expression frightened Harry to shiver, and he suddenly understood what Snape meant when he said, "Those evil dark wizards can scare their enemies to death with just one expression."

"No," Voldemort refused, "That is Hodel's job."

Hearing Voldemort's answer, Harry instantly thought of the Soul Eater that he had never seen that often resided deep in the Maple Leaf Training Ground.